bad-hearted lover

Sho got up very early, he put on his clothes and said he was going to leave, I was still sleepy and didn't react.

He stood on the windowsill and looked down:

"The reporter seems to have left. It should be no problem to go out now."

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and the light outside was still bright from street lamps. Sho walked back to the bed lightly, picked up the watch on the cabinet, brought it to his hand, then leaned over to my ear and blew ambiguously:

"I'm going abroad for a few days, and I'll see you when I come back."

I have to admit, this guy is so sexy sometimes that I almost feel compelled to push him back on the bed, undress him and do it all over again.

Not sure if the doorman below the building was awake, I put on a simple coat and went into the elevator with him.

The elevator descended at a constant speed, and there were only two of us in it. Sho carried his guitar back on his back, and put his hands in the pockets of his flaxen jacket leisurely. Me, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at me, with some charm:

"If you brushed your teeth, I would kiss you now without hesitation."

This kid is a bit of a clean freak.

I shrugged, but he still stood still and did not come up.

The elevator doors finally opened and we walked out together.

Sho's agent had already come to the front of the building, a middle-aged man about my age with a pair of glasses on his face, he saw us coming out and ran up immediately.

He seemed to be in a hurry, took Sho's guitar and put it in the car, and urged him to get in quickly.

I have the habit of coughing all the year round. This is the sequelae of a serious illness during my divorce. Although I was cured later, I also fell into this problem. The doctor said that I had already recovered physically, and it was completely a heart disease.

Now the wind blows, I covered my mouth and coughed again, Sho had already bent over and got into the car, saw that I was coughing uncomfortably, got out of the car again, took out a handkerchief from the car and put it on me with a smile He held my face frivolously in his hands, and kissed me on the cheek.

Suddenly, a person popped out from the corner. He took a camera and took a burst of shots at our side. The flash was constantly on, as if he was afraid of missing any key picture.

It happened so suddenly that the three of us were taken aback for a moment. Sho came to his senses first and went up to chase him, but was stopped by a car driving diagonally.

The man who secretly took the photo had already run some distance in this gap, and was about to run to the opposite side of the road.

I stuffed the handkerchief into my coat pocket, put my hands on the front cover of the car in front of me, and with a sudden force, I jumped over the car and jumped to the other side of the car.

After a few steps, he chased after the man, took him off guard and kicked him in the crook of his leg, fell to the ground while he was kneeling, and took the camera hanging on his body into his hand.

Sho quickly ran over, took the camera, took out the memory card inside, broke it, and threw it on the ground.

"Let him go."

When I let go, Sho frowned and said:

"If you offend anyone, don't offend them."

Sho's manager also showed displeasure on his face, he said to me:

"He's been bleaching his image recently. It's best not to have this kind of scandal with a man again. Try not to appear in front of people in the future."

This is true, but I was still a little choked up and felt uncomfortable, so I just nodded and agreed.

Only then did his agent feel relieved to open the door again.

Sho had already sat in the car at this time, he recovered quickly, put on a smiling face, and poked his head out of the car:

"See you later, baby."

I nodded and closed his car door.

The communication where Sho went was not very good, and he couldn't keep in touch with me as usual.Knowing that I won't be able to wait for his message, I still used to play with the phone in my hand, pressing it back and forth boredly.

I've been relying on it to pass the time recently, but suddenly it's so quiet, I'm not used to it.

The casino has been very busy recently, but there are still not many things that I really need to deal with. I was thinking about whether to talk to Shen Feng about Siming.

Just thinking about it, the phone on the desk rang suddenly, and I picked it up immediately with a twitch in my temple.

"Good job, friend! Did you miss me!"

An excited voice came from the other side, making my ears ringing.

Without even thinking about it, I directly switched the phone back to the landline, blocking the source of the magic sound.

In just two seconds, the phone rang again tenaciously, uninterruptedly, and I was forced to pick it up again.

"Don't hang up, don't hang up, I have something to see you!" Bie shouted hastily.

Not to mention the direct phone call from Shen Feng. He heard Shen Feng talking about my gambling skills, so he pestered me to teach him how to gamble. Knowing that I might not agree, he brought Shen Feng out, saying it was his. order, I must listen.

He moved Shen Feng out, I really didn't know how to refuse, I could only endure the headache and stomachache and agreed.

Bie is a hot-tempered person. He just asked me to teach him on the phone. Within a quarter of an hour, he had already rushed to my office. His enlarged smiling face occupied my entire eye socket and almost hit my eyeball, which shocked me.

I rolled my eyes and slapped his head aside.

His white hair is all dyed back to black, and he has a delicate pink baby face. At first glance, I thought I saw a middle school student. His teeth are so young that I wonder if he is an adult.

Bie laughed unconscionably, but the appearance of red lips and white teeth is so pleasing that people can't hate him. He looked at my surprised appearance with satisfaction, and fiddled with his newly dyed pure black hair:

"Isn't it cute? I think I just need to put on the uniform of a middle school student and I can go to school to cheat. My friend, those idiot middle school students must be very easy to get baited. Do you think I am smart? Such a great idea can be fooled I thought."

I:"……"

I really want to persuade him not to poison the flowers of the motherland, but obviously whether those flowers are poisoned or not has nothing to do with my direct interests, so I chose to keep my mouth shut, so that at least I can avoid the possibility of being despised.

Bie recently got a good cosmetics endorsement, so he was in a very good mood. He kept telling me how rare that endorsement was, and how many people competed for it. In the end, he was snatched by him who was invincible and invincible, and then he was self-obsessed He took out the small mirror that he carried with him from his bag and took a picture ostentatiously.

Don't let me know that the mirror is not exclusive to women, and men can also be addicted to it. He would rather not eat, but he can't stop looking in the mirror.

When he was narcissistic, I prayed in my heart, let's take care of it, and it's best to forget about learning to gamble.

Bie suddenly stopped looking in the mirror, but turned his head to me, scanned my whole body suspiciously, and then raised his rosy mouth:

"Have you noticed that you are becoming more and more gay?"

I subconsciously took a deep breath, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty:

"How do you know."

Don't be smirking, he finally put the mirror back in the bag he was carrying, put his chin on his hand and pretended to be very knowledgeable:

"It's the sixth sense, not just seeing."

He paused:

"Did you find that when looking at a man now, he is more used to looking at his butt than his face?"

When he said this, I was looking down at the documents on the table, and I turned my head slightly, just in time for his butt that was deliberately turned sideways to me.My throat was itchy for a while, and I coughed dryly.

Don't know how to be lewd, and laughed.

"Do you think that a man's lower body is more attractive than his upper body?"

The corners of my mouth have started to twitch.

Bie continued to be shamelessly obscene, laughing:

"Is the shape of the butt more important than the shape of the face? The size of the key parts is the most important thing. The legs must be straight and beautiful!"

There were already blue veins on my forehead, and I gave him a violent shudder:

"Don't pin your fallacy on me."

As soon as we walked into the casino, a pair of straight and beautiful long legs strode towards us, because I was brainwashed just now, and I couldn't help thinking that "these legs are not bad" in my mind.

When I looked up, I saw a rooster.

After a closer look, I found that the rooster looks pretty good. I have always been attracted by his eye-catching rooster hairstyle. I almost thought that hair was his body, but I never paid attention to his appearance.

Bie noticed the rooster too, but he apparently only noticed the striking red hair on top of his head, and walked over to him and pulled his hair, laughing at him:

"It's really stupid to make it like the underworld, haha."

"He is the underworld." I said.

The expression on Rooster's face was very calm, he lowered his head and let Bie pull his hair, presumably knowing his identity.

Bie said that he was short of money recently and needed to gamble to earn some pocket money, and asked me to teach him the ancestral secret to winning every game.

To be honest, when we meet this kind of layman, it is the most painful time for us. If you say you don’t know this secret trick, he will laugh at your incompetence. Will laugh at your incompetence, and laugh twice as much.

In short, it is certain to be ridiculed, whether you are capable or incompetent.

Casinos are much more terrifying than battlefields. I didn’t want to waste time with this kind of kid, so I took him to play baccarat, which is fairly popular among the audience.

I pointed to the gaming table and said to him:

"Playing this also requires a strategy. It is necessary to cooperate with the above situation to deduce and predict. If you make up your mind, you can let it go..."

Bie only pouted after hearing the beginning, and said to me extremely unwillingly:

"Is there something simpler that doesn't require any brains?"

I sigh:

"You need to use your brain to play these games. If you don't want to use your brain, go directly to the slot machine."

As soon as Bie heard that he could not use his brain, he immediately ran to the slot machine.

However, people's luck is obviously good and bad. The last time he played with Sho, he was always lucky. When it was Bie's turn, he never saw an excited expression on his face. His luck was bad all the way. Not only did he not make any money, but he also lost a lot. Luck was so bleak that it almost made him cry.

Generally speaking, newcomers will have good luck playing this game, but Bie obviously broke the precedent.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took the remaining tokens in his hand:

"There are tricks to playing this, you have to pay attention to the rules."

I explained and demonstrated to him.

There is no sure way to win this slot game, and I started to throw twice in vain, and then I got better. When Bie saw that he was making a profit, he immediately called out excitedly.

After all, it’s a child. Although he has a tricky mouth, he’s actually very satisfied. I rubbed his hair vigorously, and then he stuffed the newly acquired tokens on me with anticipation:

"Go on, give me more money."

I was speechless, I really don't need to be too polite to this kid, he is good at pushing his nose to his face.

Seeing Bie excitedly playing the slot machine according to the method I taught, I was distracted thinking about sho, he also wanted me to teach him last time, but I refused directly.It seems that I treat the two of them differently. For Sho, I seem to have such a selfishness, and I subconsciously don't want him to touch things that I think are bad.

And the object is changed to bie, I just don't care.

Don't say goodbye to me, like an immature green apple, his teeth will feel sore before he tastes it, and he doesn't want to try it at all, although he likes to call me a cannon, friend.But besides Sho, I was already a little different, he was like a ripe red apple, I subconsciously thought he could be picked, and I also thought it was delicious.

So even if he is not as active as Bie, I am willing to be a bed friend with him.

In an instant, I felt that my mentality was really like a wretched sorghum. There was no sweat on my head, so I still couldn't help but wiped it with a guilty conscience.

Bie had a lot of fun and did earn some money. Seeing me in a daze, he yelled:

"Pao, friend! Don't be in a daze, keep teaching me!"

If I tell him that I am now his enemy's cannon, friend, I don't know how he will despise me.